Gohan wasn’t sure exactly what had changed, but things had. Vegeta
was still the horrible man that Gohan had been given to like a
sacrifice, but there was something new that the teen couldn’t quite
place. It had taken three weeks before Gohan had let Vegeta hold their
son, allowing him to see a softer side of the prince. The man was
almost sweet when Yuutu was in the area and had Gohan almost thrown
through a loop when the prince had willingly offered his arm for Gohan
to embrace during the Observation Ceremony of the second prince.

Time and time again, Gohan watched from the side at the
paradox that was his mate. One second, Vegeta was acting cold, pushing
Gohan and their son away, but late at night, the prince would want to
hold Yuutu, and ask for pointers that Gohan had picked up from his
reading. The two would talk about early Saiyajin military history
before Gohan would attempt to do a final feeding for the evening. It
was then that the strangest side of the prince would come out: one that
seemed to care about Gohan’s feelings.

The biggest discussion was how Gohan’s upbringing thought of
leaving their son Yuutu in the next four months. It would send shivers
down Gohan’s spine at the term ‘abandon’ that the prince seemed to use
to describe what was going to happen. It wasn’t new in Vegeta-Sei for
parents to ‘abandon’ their children, especially those of weaker blood.
Normally after just being weaned, the child was sent off to other
planets or out to war, as such was the case with Gohan’s father. Having
spent a lot of time on Earth, Gohan knew of a negative stigma the
planet had for ‘unfit parents’ that ‘abandoned’ their children. Though
he didn’t feel that he was leaving Yuutu to fend for himself, Gohan
still felt like an unfit parent, and it felt like Vegeta was shoving a
knife into his gut and twisting it.

Even though his mother had visited him periodically throughout
the last few weeks, Gohan hadn’t confided his problems to her. Instead,
Raditz appeared to know what was going on and had offered his words of
advice – to put Yuutu first. Ever the friend of the prince, Raditz had
insisted there was more to Vegeta than the bratty prince he acted like.
Still, Gohan had promised to leave at the end of the sixth month. There
was no way the prince would ask Gohan to stay, even for Yuutu’s sake.

Earlier that day, Gohan awoke to silence. An oddity in itself,
Gohan had shot out of bed, reaching for his son in a matter of seconds.
He wanted to hope that Vegeta had come in late that night to take Yuutu
out and about, but that wasn’t the case. His son was twisted around his
thin blanket, tiny hand clenching and unclenching while dark eyes
blinked curiously. Not sure how to react to his son’s behavior, Gohan
reached into the crib. As his fingers brushed against Yuutu’s cheek,
the little boy’s mouth opened to a wide smile as limbs stretched out.
He rocked in a flimsy movement. “Yuutu…” Gohan frowned. His little baby
had done small movements since he turned five weeks, but now that he
was closing in on nine weeks, the boy’s legs were stretching out of his
own accord; he was also getting minor control over his tail movements,
but never once had he smiled. “…Yuutu…” Gohan tried again. The baby
repeated the action, tail curling around the blanket it delight with
another toothless smile.

Not knowing what else to do, Gohan took his son and rushed
out the door to find Vegeta. It was still early in the morning, too
early for anyone to really be up save the guards. Only one asked the
princess if everything was okay, but Gohan continued his trek to the
Prince’s chambers, a room he’d only been in once back when he first
arrived at the castle. The doors chimed open with his override code,
allowing Gohan inside Vegeta’s dwelling with a whine of gears. Stepping
in, Gohan moved carefully to avoid walking into a wall or piece of
furniture. “Vegeta?” The princess started towards what appeared to be a
lump under covers.

“Mm.” The lump moved, and the spiky-headed man sat up in the bed, “What, brat?”

“You have to see this!” Gohan shot towards the bed, taking a
seat to situate Yuutu on his lap. Vegeta ordered the lights on, wincing
as he sat up. If Gohan remembered right, the prince had been drinking
with some of his buddies – a habit that made the young teen frown more.
He didn’t want Yuutu to see his father as an alcoholic, but it wasn’t
his problem. “He was smiling.”

“Probably gas, he’s been eating a lot more than usual.” The
prince flopped back down, pulling a pillow over his head. “Now leave, I
have a morning appointment with the Leader of Tention Seven.”

“No! Watch! Yuutu, smile for Vegeta!” The teen bounced the
fully awake child. Yuutu stretched again, his tail wrapping around the
blanket for the supplied warmth. Vegeta’s tail moved at that moment,
pushing back the baby’s to keep it from coiling too tightly in the
blanket. The motion brought a smile to Yuutu’s face, along with a
string of drool. “See!”

“He smiled before this.”

“Yeah, when he had gas-!” Gohan cried out. “He knows his name.”

Thick brows raising, Vegeta pulled up so his back was pressed
against the bed board. When his arms stretched out, Gohan handed Yuutu
over before Gohan climbed across the bed to lie on his stomach to keep
a watchful eye on Yuutu’s face. The baby moved his feet, stretching
out. Small toes curled around the fabric of Vegeta’s pajamas, tugging
at them innocently. Gohan giggled. “Why is his face scrunched like
that?” Vegeta kept Yuutu at arm distance.

“He’s trying to play with you. You can bring him closer; he
won’t do anything to you.” Little Yuutu drooled some more, curling his
fingers in a fist. Vegeta sat the child down, using one hand to prop
the baby in a sitting position. Testing the waters of ‘play’, Vegeta
slipped his fingers into his son’s open palm, letting it close into a
fist. “He’s going to be a little warrior,” Gohan admitted, “he’s got a
lot of strength, but I want him to learn his letters well too.”

The prince didn’t say anything and pulled his finger away; in
reaction, the tiny hand opened, moving slowly to Yuutu’s mouth. “Should
I…take his hand from his mouth?”

“No, it’s okay. He just discovered he has hands and he’s
trying to understand them with his mouth. If you put your finger next
to his mouth like this,” Gohan took Vegeta’s free hand, placing a digit
next to their son’s mouth. Yuutu latched onto the new appendage,
sucking as he would have with Gohan’s tit. “That’s how he learns to
identify objects.”

It was then Gohan noticed that his own hand hadn’t left the
prince’s, his body pressed gently into Vegeta’s side. The prince still
smelt like sandalwood. Judging the fact that the prince hadn’t
stiffened nor had he pulled back, Gohan didn’t pull away, wanting Yuutu
to have some good memories of his parents in peace. “How long have you
been up with him?” The smaller man finally asked.

“Just shortly, I was concerned that he didn’t cry throughout
the night. I haven’t really slept since he was born.” Gohan reached for
Yuutu, who Vegeta readily handed over.

“I’m going to take a shower then; you can feed him here if
you haven’t already.” The prince made to leave the room and gave one
last glance over his shoulder before disappearing in his private
bathroom. Gohan frowned, loosening his shirt to do just that. He didn’t
know why he had felt the need to share Yuutu’s first smile with the
prince, but he somehow felt closer to his mate.

Later that day, Raditz had come to visit. The man had been nervous
when he’d asked to babysit Yuutu for the evening, but Gohan had allowed
it all the same. His breasts were now sore from milking them raw so
Yuutu would have something to eat that evening. It was hard to part
from his son, but Gohan wrote it off as a form of weaning their child
that his mind readily agreed he needed one day ready himself for. It
had been a long time since he’d been given the freedom to just walk
around without his son in his arms and it made Gohan miserable.

He had avoided making friends with the help and Vegeta, his
only source of contact, had been in meetings all week. Now lacking even
his son to talk with, Gohan locked himself in his private chambers in
shame. Though he’d been alone for the most part growing up, after
studying, he had usually found his mother to help bake cookies or maybe
his uncle to have a friendly battle with.

Now free from parenting duties and stuck in his mating union,
Gohan realized that his hormones had been forgotten the last couple of
months. Prior to his mating ceremony, Gohan had never been a
masturbator. His hormones were, at times, harder to control but he’d
always been able to ignore the feelings. He had gone years without
touching himself. But ever since his first time with the prince, Gohan
had been thinking about sex but had ignored the need. He had a child to
think about.

Taking a seat on the bed, Gohan reached toward a lower
compartment on his metal framed bed where a package from his father’s
Earth friend’s had been placed. He had opened it when he returned from
his ‘mating honeymoon’, only to discover a series of sex toys (a mean
joke from the Earthlings who didn’t quite understand the point of
Saiyajin heat), ranging from vibrators to dildos. Choosing the long
dildo, Gohan leaned back in his bed, his free hand unzipping his
trousers. Putting the toy on the side table, the teen slipped his long
pants off along with his boxers. The last to go was his blouse.

Hiking his bare legs on the bed, Gohan closed his eyes, trying
to lose himself in the feelings. The central air in the metal building
was nipped pleasantly against his warm skin. Brushing his finger down
his long body, Gohan stretched his folded legs out to avoid snapping
his legs shut as his hand brushed lightly against his soft penis. He
could already feel his belly twist, reminding him of how long it’d been
since he’d paid attention of his personal needs. Sliding the tips of
his fingers under his sacs, he pushed lightly against his perineum. His
legs stiffened, desperately wanting to shut out his grabby hands.

Stifling a cry, Gohan picked up the dildo in his free hand and
brought the object towards his lips. One deep breath to calm his nerves
was all he needed as he sucked on the plastic tip of the purple
phallus. His other hand moved against his hardening shaft. His cock was
hardening fast from months of abstinence, a horrible reminder of what
mating had reduced the hormonal teen to. “Mmm…”

The dildo pushed further in his mouth, stifling another sharp
cry as his fingers wrapped around his penis. He could feel the blood’s
route; he could hear it draining from his head, leaving a pounding
behind. Could Vegeta have ever loved Gohan this way? Consider what
Gohan needed? The teen moaned again, stroking his cock. His left foot
fell from the bed, but the teen didn’t care as he sucked the plastic
dick in his mouth. His breathing was sharpening, hitching as his
forearm brushed across his sensitive breast. He repeated the innocent
action, causing his back to arch as he cried out in pleasure.

It was so good, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
His hand was moving rapidly, milking his swollen shaft. “Aa...aah…” The
dildo dropped from his mouth. Almost there…

He almost jumped from his skin as another hand brushed across
his belly. Eyes snapping open, Gohan was about the scream, but Vegeta’s
lips had covered his own. Grabbing Vegeta’s shoulder, Gohan squeezed
tightly as he realized that one of the Prince’s hands had covered the
one stroking his stiff penis. Tense, the teen threw his head back as
his hard penis exploded stream after stream of hot essence over both
their hands. The prince let go, moving to the purple dildo Gohan had
been sucking on. The man smirked, looking it over.

It was slick with saliva, glistening in the artificial light.
Red in the face, Gohan didn’t know what was going through the prince’s
head as the prince spread Gohan’s legs open. Not thinking clearly,
Gohan could only watch as the prince looked over the teen’s entrance in
thought. Apparently unsatisfied with the fact that Gohan wasn’t
producing lubrication on his own, the prince wet his own fingers with
spit, his free hand (no longer holding the dildo) working up the teen’s
legs, belly, and chest. Their eyes were locked on each other.

He wasn’t sure if his mind was still hazy with the prospect
of getting laid, but Gohan couldn’t help but note the prince looked
exotic sucking at his fingers while intently tying to keep Gohan still
with the right touches. He pinched and brushed across sensitive nipples
every so often, but for the most part he paid adequate attention to the
teen’s spent cock, rousing it back to stiffness. Wet fingers popped out
of the prince’s mouth, moving between Gohan’s ass cheeks. Tensing,
Gohan felt the first digit moving in, curling against his internal
muscles. It didn’t hurt, not as the Prince’s hard penis had been way
back when, but it was uncomfortable. The digit moved in and out before
the prince slid in a second finger. Gohan wince, not quite in pain but
at the weirdness of it all. This followed by a third finger. Finally
Gohan mewed in discomfort, stretching his legs out further.

“Don’t tense.” Gohan nodded, watching as the dildo was picked
up again, replacing the long fingers that had been in him. “Is this
what you wanted?” The prince asked, Gohan cried out as the long phallus
brushed against his prostate. Grabbing his pillow, Gohan bit into his
forearm, trying to avoid the prince’s gaze, but Vegeta was having none
of that. The prince grabbed Gohan’s arm, sliding it away from the
teen’s face. Unable to stifle his scream, Gohan bit his bottom lip.

There was a nerve next to his prostate – part of his Kainin-Sho
physiology – that was the lining of the tube leading to his uterus. It
was sealed when he wasn’t in heat, not needing to get knocked up by his
mate, but the tender muscle blocking the tube was sensitive to touch,
causing Gohan to feel overwhelmed by pleasure. “N, no more…”

“N, no-!” Gohan twisted his spine, trying to get away from the
plastic phallus in him. He needed more. “Ah-! Ah!” The prince was
jabbing his prostate with the toy, torturing him.

“Don’t lie to me.” Vegeta whispered, kissing the boy’s neck.
Gohan shivered at the feeling of warm breath against his jugular vein.
The toy was pulled from him, the prince dropping his pants, discarding
them near Gohan’s. The teen watched with lust as the prince leaned back
against the cold metal wall, encircling his own hard penis in his
hands. Stunned at the sight, Gohan pulled himself up, watching his mate
pleasure himself. It was more exotic to watch the brunette masturbate
than suck his own fingers, but all Gohan could really focus on was the
hard, swollen red cock arched up against Vegeta’s toned belly. Sliding
off the bed, Gohan took the large penis in his hands, amazed that for
such a small prince, Vegeta was an adequately large man.

He had originally wanted to bring Vegeta to the edge, to
force the man to fuck him hard, but the sudden shocked look on the
prince’s face made Gohan realize the true power he had over his mate.
“You want to fuck me?” Gohan asked back, rubbing the prince’s erection.
“How long have you wanted to?” He grinned.

The prince’s head threw back against the wall. “Ugh…” He was squinting, watching Gohan intently. “..Take me in your mouth.”

“What?” Gohan looked up, shocked at the order. Looking back at
the swollen cock and the bead of white at the top, the teen looked back
up. “T, that’s—” All it took was him opening his mouth for the prince
to push Gohan into his crotch. Mouth filled with heated flesh, Gohan
placed both hands on his mate’s hips, pulling back. It sounded sick to
take another man’s dick in his mouth, but at the same time, the loud
moan of pleasure from above perked Gohan’s attention.

Rubbing his tongue along the slit, the half-saiyajin worked
with just the head of Vegeta’s cock, causing the short prince’s hips to
roll. He could feel a spurt against his tongue, causing him to pull
back. Another spurt of white semen hit his face, making the teen wince.
It was hot and sticky. Using his finger, the teen brushed the essence
towards his lips, licking it playfully.

“Get on the bed.” Nodding, the teen did as instructed, laying back.
Vegeta watched as he stroked his still hard penis. “Spread your legs,
let me see your entrance.” Again, the teen followed his orders,
stretching his legs out enough. Vegeta smiled, approaching the boy with
his dick in hand. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I, I need it.” Gohan whimpered as the prince took another
step forward, a strong hand touching the boy’s thighs. He could feel
the hard penis touch his entrance, pushing past sphincter muscle.
Shivering, Gohan gripped the blanket as the large penis pushed into his
body. Besides the salvia from the fingers and the dildo, he was
practically dry, almost tearing at the pure force of Vegeta entering
him, but the princess didn’t cry out. Biting his lip, Gohan fought his
own desire to lock his legs together. The prince must have noticed the
teen’s internal struggle, because he grabbed both thighs, spread them
open as he pushed into the hilt before stopping.

Vegeta brushed his thumbs along the warm skin of Gohan’s inner
thigh in a soothing motion. “I’m in. You’re not producing lubricant.”

“I’m not in heat, idiot.” Gohan winced as Vegeta shifted.

“Maybe I should move, hm?” The prince shifted his hips, nudging
the nerve his tip would have been swallowed by, Gohan screeched in
delight, arching his back in delight. “What’s this?” Vegeta did it
again, receiving the same response. The second time around, however,
caused Vegeta to groan out as Gohan’s internal muscles squeezed his
shaft. “So tight-!” He cried out. The prince began thrusting into the
warm heat, pushing into the nerves and prostate. Gohan knew by the end
of the night, he’d be mute, but it felt so good.

Clenching his toes, Gohan raised his hips, placing all his
weight on his arms. Propping Gohan’s thighs on his hips, Vegeta started
to pound into the younger male’s tight form. The bed under them creaked
at the strenuous activity, but neither cared. Too lost in their own
pleasure, they didn’t hear their own voices rising, calling each
other’s name.

Gohan felt himself unwind first. His stomach twisted as he
came hard, blinding his vision. Unable to fight off the urge, Gohan bit
into the prince’s shoulder to stifle his scream as he finally reached
the completion he’d been waiting for. Vegeta returned the marking on
Gohan’s shoulder during his own pinnacle before collapsing on the teen.
Unable to keep his eyes open any longer, Gohan fell asleep to the soft
scent of sandalwood.